The hands of a baby hold wonder as he begins to grasp at life, toys, the faces of loved ones.
Wonder.
The hands of a toddler hold his parent's hand to learn how to navigate in a whole wide world.
Security.
The hands of a child hold bugs, crayons, schoolbooks and hands of friends as his personality emerges and takes its place in the landscape of relationships.
Personality.
Besides the physics, order and beauty of the universe, God is known by our hands. Seen through the hands of children, He is wonder, security and personality. Up through childhood, God appears generous, fresh-faced and lively. He is accepting and soft-hearted.
But what happens to our hands as we move into adulthood? Do we labor more than love, hold tightly more than live giving, build walls more than reach out?
If God is known by our hands, who is He then?
Lord, if my hands speak your reputation, let them love, rescue, forgive and lead well.
